His eyes grew dim as the years dragged on,
And his ears grew weary of song.
His teeth were few and far between,
and his body quite unclean.
He cared less and less for shaving,
or for proper healthy hygiene.
He showed no response to life’s many joys,
for his grandchildren with all their noise.
He walked no more beneath the wood,
nor left his bed, nor sat up, and never stood.
He seemed draped in utter weariness,
and for life he showed little interest.
The once active proud Father Lewey,
Was lost to a world of complete ennui.
Please tell me what you think
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nice i like the story it fits neatly together poor old man
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i just didnt understand parts of it but i was lost who is lewey and why did he do this ? am i missing a piece of the story ?
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The contest was a word contest "ennui" was my word. So I wrote of how an individual in this case Lewey would feel if he was living in a state of ennui. The point isn't Lewey but ennui! lol Thx though for the comment so long ago!
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Wow this is a great piece, beautiful and smooth. perfectly written with a great flow. I truly loved it. Great job
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Thanks
It was a word contest from a friend "Gunslinger-Zeta"... I appreciate the comment! : )
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-chortles- excellent, a worth entry in our little competition.
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-laughs-
Thanks!
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